I cant just ignore the word cuckold.

However, upon closer examination, it seems that Claudia had taken the signed goods of one of Jolandas favorite baseball players without permission.

What a confusing way to describe it

So, how expensive is this signed stuff?

Priceless!

I dont want to hear that kind of catchphrase like the ones used by credit card companies. Im asking if its expensive or not

Its about the cost of the cap plus an extra but its really important! Please, master, please. Please, call Claudia!

But from the looks of Jolanda, the moment I summon Claudia, there will be serious bloodshed.

If you want the signature so badly, Ill give you mine

Jolandas expression became very complicated when I told her that.

She is probably thinking, I dont need that! but as a livestock, there is no way she is going to say such a thing to her master.

So, I chuckled and told Jolanda.

Ill call Claudia later, but first you have to take Shibata-san home

*Slurp* *Squelch* *Lick* *Lick*

I cant stop crying at the reflection of myself who is so miserable on the mirrored wall. My body is covered in bruises, my hair is a mess, and my right eyelid is swollen up like a rock.

My nosebleed dripped down to my chest like red drool, staining me red from the nose down.

The inside of my mouth, where Im being forced to give a cleaning blowjob, is also sore and hurting in many places.

With my head still spinning, I vaguely thought, I dont want any scars left.

After all, Ive been beaten up so much and scared so much that I feel like a fool. And I cant think straight.

My body is scorching. I cant tell if its the leftover fire from sex or the pain from the beating.

Still, Sensei continued to beat me and fuck me hard. It was as if the gentle sex of the past had been a lie.

He treated me like a tool, and made me moan as he poured his semen into me.

And while raising his fist in the air, he asked, Who did you sleep with?, I honestly answered Kijima from the next class in a painful condition because I was too scared.

Kijima? You slept with him, you whore!

From there on, he raped me more roughly.

It was as if I had hurt his pride and added fuel to the fire after I say that.

At first, I thought that Sensei was angry with me for cheating on him, but gradually I realized that it was not such a problem.

If I hear all the abusive words that he has been shouting at me, it means that if I have sex with a man other than him, its over. It seems that a woman who knows other men is worthless. Thats what he thought.

Shibatas face was like a virgins, but from the start she was moaning with pleasure

Apparently, Sensei is messing with Shibata-chi too.

Was Shibata-chi so worried about me that she let him to rape her?

But if she had been beaten up like me, she might be a real masochist or something.

While I was thinking about this, Sensei poked my head and told me to stop sucking.

Then he grabbed my hair and wiped his cock with it, which is covered with blood and saliva.

Hey, bitch. Never pretend to be my lover again. Youre not worth anything to me anymore. Im going to use you as a sexual toilet until I get another woman, so get ready

Lover? He must be joking

I cant handle such a violent man.

My feelings of love for him have completely disappeared, and all I can feel is fear, as if Im dealing with a monster. The only salvation is that the time limit has been set, until he gets the next girl.

Well youre good friends with Tashiro, right? Is she a virgin?

I-I dont know

I reply, and he kicks my chest. Still, Sensei smirked while he stomped on me as I rolled around on the floor and sobbed.

Oh well. All I have to do is hold her and check. Tomorrow after school, call Tashiro to the committee room, okay?

Y-Yes

I cant go against him now anyway.

After that, Sensei makes me write my name and my parents address on a piece of paper, holds it in my hand, and takes a bunch of pictures of me with my legs wide open.

A truly miserable picture, with my face bruised and battered and my crotch dripping with overflowing sperm.

If you do anything crazy, Im going to leak these pictures. Okay

Yes

Its embarrassing, of course, but its even worse that my parents address is in the photo.

If anyone contacts my parents, theyll take me back to their stuffy house, and my strict parents will never let me be free again.

All right, go wash your filthy face. Im out

I washed my face, holding back the pain, and prepared myself, but there is no way to hide my swollen face.

But Sensei kicked me from the back and said, Hey! Lets get the hell out of here! then he made me pay the hotel bill and took me out to the front.

As soon as we got out, Sensei put his face right under my ear and said to me.

Just say you are walking on the street and are attacked by a thug. The assailant is Kijima. I just happened to be passing by and saved you, okay?

Eh?

Kijima attacked you and ran away. Then, tomorrow, Im going to accuse him at the staff meeting, so make sure youre on the same page

Eh, b-but, Sensei, what if he has an alibi?

Theres no way that guy has an alibi other than hes shitting in his room, you idiot

Of course there would be an uproar if I came home in such a mess.

This guy is trying to make it look like Fumio-chi did it.

If this goes to police, I will hurt Takata more and more. Kijima will be expelled from school, so lets keep it quiet

How despicable can he be?

I couldnt believe I had loved such a man. I felt so ashamed of my blindness that I burst into tears.

Haha, youre pathetic, serve you right

With a look of revenge on his face, Sensei held me by my side as if he were caring for me, and forced me to walk.

I cant see clearly, I cant find my footing.

I want to be free of this man as soon as possible.

Ill go out to the street and get a cab. Youve got money for a cab, right? When you get back to the dorm, remember, you are attacked by thugs, and I saved you. You tell them that

yes

Im expecting him to pay for a cab, but of course he didnt do that. If he hits me more, Ill die for real.

As I walked down the street, passers-bys eyes widened at the sight of my terrible face. But every time, Sensei would say, Are you okay? Get a grip! which made me even more angry.

With a shaky gait, I was dragged into a narrow alleyway that led to the main street. I wondered if he is planning to choose a less crowded street.

As Im being dragged through the alleyway lined with outdoor units and plastic garbage buckets, Im thinking What should I say to Fumio-chi? in my foggy head.

However, when we came to a crossroads where two narrow alleys intersected, suddenly a figure came running out from the side street and hit Sensei with great force.